The Life She Wants Part 13

"What if I want you to stay late?" she asked.

"Just get your shower. I'll set up dinner."

"Nothing s.e.xier than a man who brings dinner."

"If you had a real kitchen, I'd cook you dinner, but..."

"You provided. That's everything." She struggled off the couch but had trouble straightening. She groaned.

"Don't forget to take off the knee pads before you get in the shower," he said.

A few minutes later when she came out of the bathroom, the table had been set, the wine uncorked, the ibuprofen bottle sitting beside one plate.

"I hope this is a casual dinner," she said, indicating her pajamas.

He held a chair for her. "Madam?"

She took her seat and he poured her a small amount of wine. She sipped. "Well, your sister is amazing, Adam. Her business is impressive. Complex, well thought, practical, no detail omitted. It's brilliant what she's done. I have an employee manual I can barely lift, spent the day with a trainer..." She sipped again. "I had a personal trainer in New York. I was not worked nearly as hard by him."

Adam chuckled and served their food. "I know Makenna," he said. "She's a little demon, isn't she?"

"Depends on what you mean by demon. She's quite the handler. Five feet of brute strength and fearsome threats. I guess Riley hired her when there were no mob bosses or biker gang enforcers available. Where'd Riley find her?"

"I can't remember," he said. "She's been around forever. She's a fixture in the company. Riley keeps trying to move her into a management position and Makenna wants nothing to do with it. She likes her work and she's good at it. She agreed to work as a supervisor and trainer so it would be done right."

"I met Nick," she said. "He seems nice."

"Stay on his good side," Adam advised. "Some of the women make the mistake of thinking they can sweet-talk him. There are two people who can sweet-talk Nick and the first is his mother."

"And Riley?" she asked.

"You've been away from Riley too long. She doesn't sweet-talk anyone. The other, oddly enough, is Makenna. Though she rarely tries. Makenna eats nails for breakfast. And she don't need no steenking man."

"Hmm. This morning she had me instead of the nails," she said. She sampled the salmon. "Ohhh, Adam. I think I'm getting turned on."

He laughed at her.

When he was seated across from her on the green chair, she went after her dinner in earnest, trying not to gobble. "I didn't make a single mistake," she finally said. "I did everything right. Well, Makenna inspected my carpet tracks, my shining bathrooms, my oiled hardwood and made a few comments-nothing much. Clearly it was good enough. Better than good enough. Those women are workhorses."

"They're good," he agreed.

"Makenna indicated I was with an exceptionally good team this week but they weren't all this good. She also said sometimes there's a weak link, but she didn't say how she knew who that was. Do they tattle on each other?"

"Sometimes, but that's not how they do it. They measure client complaints and watch for similarities. Then Nick and Makenna get involved with the team. Often they'll split them up and move them around. Once they figure out who's not getting the job done, they try training, counseling, observing. They almost never have to fire someone for not working. It's other stuff."

"Like what other stuff?"

"Absenteeism, tardiness, breaking policy. The most irresistible is taking used clothing from clients. Obviously most of Riley's employees aren't well-off and those high-end clothes are tempting."

"I never found out why that's not allowed," she said.

He chewed thoughtfully. "The risk that they'll be accused of stealing them is too high and there's no way to get to the bottom of it. The safe course is just forbid it."

She put down her fork. "Did Riley come to all these conclusions by trial and error or did she take some cla.s.s or read some book about how to set up a business like this?"

"She read everything, took a few business courses and learned a lot through experience. It's really an amazing little company. The employees who work hard and honestly have excellent perks and benefits. Discounts at child care agencies was very hard to negotiate and worth a lot to a working mother. Not many companies help working mothers."

"Takes a working mother to know about that," she said.

She asked about Adam's day. He had a lab-that was always fun, especially if no one blew anything up. Test review for a couple of cla.s.ses. He flipped a homeroom and study hall for a friend who wanted to go to the OB with his pregnant wife to see the sonogram of the baby. That had him finished at 2:30 so he went to his mother's and put up one row of Christmas lights across the front of the house for her. Then he cleaned up and stopped at the store on his way over to her house.

"Sounds like such a perfect, almost leisurely life," she said.

"I'll get out of your hair as soon as I help you clean up the dishes. I know you're tired," he said.

"If I'm not that tired?" she asked.

He left at 5:00 a.m.

Chapter Ten.

Riley was very observant during Emma's first week on the job. The feedback was excellent. She was surprised, but shouldn't have been; Emma had always been a hard worker. Riley just couldn't get beyond the image of Emma riding through Central Park in a carriage on her wedding day, decked out in Vera w.a.n.g, no less. When Riley thought of Emma on her hands and knees scrubbing around the base of a toilet, she wondered what her budget for housekeeping had been in her Manhattan apartment.

She shouldn't have been surprised because when Emma wanted something, she had never been afraid to go after it. She was diligent. Determined. She wondered what Emma had done to land herself a millionaire. But in order to find out, she'd have to be on friendly terms with her and that just wasn't happening. Employer and employee-that was who they were.

Emma had always had to be enterprising. Her childhood had been tough. Her father's sudden death left her essentially alone, alone but for Riley and the Kerrigans. Somehow, Emma got through the worst of it with grace. She always managed to work hard, get by, put a good face on it. Like she was doing now, acting like it was her lucky G.o.dd.a.m.n day she got a job cleaning.

Really, she'd survived so much. Riley felt sorry for her. But she was also feeling something else. Trouble. Unease. Distrust. Maybe envy? Why would you envy someone who'd had so many bad knocks?

Because she was the beautiful, strong and tragic princess. No one would ever see Riley that way. Riley was the tough poor girl who made good. For that she'd get applause. But Emma? In her mind she saw that news clip of her on the courthouse steps, broken and crying, then rising stoically, lifting her regal chin and slowly descending as if she were on the red carpet, damaged shoe notwithstanding. Even in her most devastating moments, always chic. Always poised. In fact, Emma could wear devastation like a crown.

Friday night after work Riley dropped in on her mother. June was puttering around in her old kitchen. June was always cooking. She would never stop working even though Riley and Adam had convinced her to retire. So now she volunteered. At the church, in the neighborhood, at the animal shelter.

A mangy-looking dog wandered into the kitchen, walking slowly as if her feet hurt.

"And who is this?" Riley asked.

"This is Beatrice. Isn't she lovely?"

Riley gave a short laugh. "Actually...she's pretty ugly."

"Shhh. Be nice now-Beatrice has had a rough time of it. She's going to need a little time to regain her former beauty. But she's a lovely lady and needs a place to relax until she has her forever home."

"If the whole world were as kind as you..."

"Where's Maddie tonight?"

"Hanging out at Kylie's house. Studying, she said."

"Ha," June laughed. "On Friday night? What do you suppose they're really doing?" Beatrice wandered over to the doggie bed in the corner of the kitchen and June told her she was a good girl.

"Eating junk, calling boys, practicing dance steps, plotting things... But Kylie's mother is home tonight so they can't get into too much trouble." She smiled as she looked at June, her elderly mother. June was sixty-three, kept her short hair a dark auburn color, still wore a size ten and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She'd worked hard all her life and it had kept her in excellent shape, except her feet gave her fits; she'd used them well, cleaning and waitressing, and sometimes they screamed in protest, but she was in excellent health and fitness otherwise. She looked her years, but beautifully so. She would be termed a handsome woman. "What are you building over there?" Riley asked from her place at the breakfast bar.

"I'm making a meat loaf," June said. "I'm so b.l.o.o.d.y sick of turkey. Aren't you?"

"G.o.d, yes. But you got a lot of mileage out of it," Riley said. "Why don't we have a gla.s.s of wine?"

"Perfect idea," June said.

"So... Adam's coming to dinner?"

"Not tonight. He stopped by after school yesterday to put the trash on the curb because apparently I'm too feeble to get it there." She laughed, washed her hands and wiped them on the towel.

"What are you going to do with that meat loaf, then?"

"Well, I'm going to eat some. With mashed potatoes. I could share some with you, if you're interested. Then I suppose I'll freeze it, but I'm d.a.m.n sure not eating another bite of turkey. At least until Christmas. But obviously I haven't had enough of mashed potatoes yet." She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of white, already opened. "It's not as fancy as your preferred label but will this do?"

"Certainly," Riley said. June poured them each a gla.s.s and Riley took a sip. "Has Adam seemed to be awfully busy lately?" she asked June.

"I don't know," June said. "I talk to him almost every day. I haven't needed him for anything. Just the lights, which he finished this week. I hate doing the lights..."

"I've hardly talked to him," Riley said.

"Do you need him for something, Riley?"

"Well, no... But we usually talk longer than a minute. He hasn't been to dinner since Thanksgiving."

"He took some leftovers on Friday night, I think. He said that should do it for him."

"I think something is going on with him," Riley said. "And I should probably tell you-" She took another sip of her wine. "Emma's back in town."

"I know," June said. "She got back a few months ago, right?"

"I gave her a job," Riley said.

"Good for you! I hope to see her one of these days. I haven't gone looking for her-I'm sure she needs time to adjust to being back. I'm so glad she's free of that terrible mess. Does she seem well?"

"Oh, yes, beautiful as ever," Riley said, though the words did curl her lip. "Listen, I suspect Adam might be seeing her."

"Oh? And why do you suspect that?"

"He's seeing someone and he's mysteriously silent about it. And completely unavailable."

"Well, then..."

"Well, then?"

June put down her winegla.s.s. "Riley, I want you to leave Adam alone."

"So he is seeing her!"

"Riley, you're not going to interfere. You're going to say nothing, do you hear me?"

"You can't tell me what to say!"

"I just did and I don't think you want to mess with me on this."

Riley slammed her fist on the breakfast bar. "Why are you in the middle of this? You seem to know what's going on well enough that you're telling me what to do! What to say!"

"I know about as much as you do. When Adam wants us to know more, he'll fill us in. Until then, you'll leave it alone."

"Did he tell you he was seeing her?"

June shook her head. "He told me she was back, that he ran into her and had a gla.s.s of wine with her one evening, gave her your business card and even though there's a good chance you'd work her to death, he hoped Emma would call you about a job. He had all faith you would do right by her. She'd be in a good work environment with fair pay. And I have absolutely no doubt that's what you did."

"I don't want her with Adam!"

"I think if you voice your opinion to Adam, you're going to get nothing but trouble. Telling him who he should or shouldn't date is overstepping your rights as a sister. You'll p.i.s.s him off. You'll p.i.s.s me off, for that matter."

"I don't entirely trust her," Riley said.

"Then you'll keep your distance. What the rest of us do is up to us, not you. Besides, what makes you think Emma is ready to be seeing any man? Hasn't she been through enough with a man?"

"Well, of course," Riley said. "But why are you acting like you know if you don't know?"

"I said he didn't tell me," June said. "Of course I know. I've always known."

"Known what?" Riley demanded, getting p.i.s.sier by the second.

June took a breath. "Adam has been in love with Emma since she was fifteen. I threatened him with murder if he went near her before she was eighteen. You were too busy minding your own romances to even notice, which I considered a good thing. But Adam did all he could to steer clear of Emma. And we both remember what happened when Emma was eighteen-she went away to college. And never came home."

"And you think-"

"That my son hasn't found a woman who makes him completely happy in all that time? I've met a dozen perfectly nice women in the last fifteen years. A couple of them seemed to be around for a long time. That Natalie, remember her? She was looking at bridal magazines, but Adam was barely intrigued. No, Riley, in fifteen years, he hasn't said a word and I thought he was just going to live out his days as the bachelor uncle. Then he told me Emma was back and I saw a spark. He didn't say much after that and I didn't ask but I know my son. The woman he's wanted since he was a boy is back. And if you say one word, I'll make you sorry."

Riley was struck silent. "Well, jeez," she finally said. "Mama bear."

June narrowed her eyes. "He's ent.i.tled to take his time and have his privacy. We both owe Adam that much. He's been wonderful to us."

"Does he really need your protection?"